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Prior 2
By the time I wrapped up my story, Harry was a little more than overwhelmed. Well to be fair, it's not everyday where you hear that your father kicked started everything off. The radioactive spiders, the death of a lab partner that ended up being saved by him, but held captive forced to do his bidding. Norman obsession with Spider-Man made him do things that was wrong and inhumane. The man wanted Spider-Man's DNA to make an army of super clones like him. And Norman wanted to be like Spider-Man, like me. It was creepy and very sad especially now.
Harry paced for about ten minutes after I told him my story and well, he wasn't taking it well.
"I...you...dad...he," coherent words escapes him and I'm left sitting on the ceiling. What can I say other than I needed proof. I always thought I could carry my being Spider-Man to my grave. I wanted to for this particular reason.
"Harry I'm," he whirled on me with a look that shut me up.
"Am I the only one who didn't know," Harry asked solemnly. I shook my head. "I wanted to keep everything a secret, I was the only one who had a lot to lose, I didn't want you guys to get dragged into my problems. It didn't work."
We sat in stony silence, then Harry looked at me with an unrecognizable expression.
"For all that it's worth, I didn't mean for anything to get taken this far, I'm sorry."
My best friend just looked at me and sighed. "Look Peter, you lied to me and you left me when I needed you the most and you tell me this story." I bit back a sigh, 'Great I spill everything and all he's probably going to do is blame me. "Just get out, I don't want to see you ever again." My chest ache at the thought of losing a friend and I wanted to say something anything to make him understand, but I knew when to cut my loses.
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I was in the kitchen with my Aunt May listening to ramble on about her latest adventure with her girlfriend's. It made me happy that she was able to do the one thing I couldn't, 'Move on and keep going'. No I decided to don on tights and play superhero, such sham I am.
"You seem upset these days Peter, I haven't heard you talk about your friends or bring them over," Aunt May gave him a look like she knew something that I didn't, and I don't like that.
"It's nothing Aunt May, we just had a falling out," I said offhandedly, if you call a "falling out" and other screaming match, harsh words and truths, and utter beatdowns before Fury jumped in, yeah a falling out it was. "I'm sure once we cool our heads we'll be back to normal."
Aunt May gave me a disbelieving look and scoff, "Uh-huh Peter, tell me what's really going on."
I sighed, telling somebody my secret again isn't the most relieving thing ever, it's stressful. "I told somebody some bad news yesterday. It involved coming clean about a lot of thing I haven't been so truthful on and now it kind of left us in a bad place with each other." I sighed, I've been doing that a lot lately.
"Is it because you're Spider-Man?" I looked up to see Aunt May give me a knowing look.
"Do I even want to know how you found out," I bemoaned. Jeez keep this up and J James Jameson will find out who I am and I'll never have a peaceful life.
"Well you don't get blood off the floors as well as you think you do," Aunt May said casually as she ate her steak like it was no big deal. Then again considering what she do on the day to day base it probably wasn't. "Your teammates aren't exactly the most discreet when it comes to sneaking around."
I grimaced at the word teammates, I wouldn't really consider them friends or teammates. They gave me such a hard time and they still did, Sam wouldn't knock it off with the juvenile jokes, Ava always knick picked at at everything I did from school work to hero work, then Danny he was helpful at all, and Luke tend to fan the flames. Thick skin or not, one would eventually have enough of being single out. A little me time as being Peter Parker, just a regular eighteen year.
"I know being Spider-Man meant a lot to you, but I'm glad you decided to quit even if it's for a little while."
"Why do you say it like that," I asked daunted.
Aunt May gave me that sympathetic look I always hated, "I always felt the only reason you don on the superhero act was because you were guilty about Ben's death." I jolted at that, at that time I just came into my "abilities" and I was parading around as a wannabe hero. I came across a would be robber and policeman. The policeman asked for my help, but I refused on the grounds that it wasn't my job. Because of that, it costed my uncle his life, but I slowly came to terms that it wasn't my fault and there's no way I could've know that, that guy would've robbed my house later.
"In a way I did." I conceded. With great power, comes great guilt.